My Hockey Alpha by Eve Above Story PDF

Chapter 0661

Nina

"A wolf?" he asked, shooting me a quizzical look. "I sent a bird shifter as a spy. Not a wolf."

The moment my father dropped that revelation on me, it felt as though the world was tilting beneath my feet. I thought back to the intense chase Luke and I had had earlier, the way the wolf seemed to be luring us, leading us on... And then I thought back to the wolf that had caused Jessica's accident, and how it had almost killed her.

If it wasn't my dad's spy, then who the hell was it?

"Wait," I said, passing my hand over my weary face, "say that again. You said you sent a... bird shifter?"

"Yes," my father replied tentatively. "A shifter with a bird form rather than a wolf one."

"Nina, are you sure this wolf you saw was a shifter, and not just a regular wolf?"

I scoffed, throwing my hands up in the air. "Mom, it led us on a wild goose chase," I said. "It caused Jessica's car accident, too. It has to be a shifter."

A heavy silence fell over the room at that point. My brother, who had been standing off to the side, shifted uncomfortably where he stood. It was clear to me then that my parents had likely brought him along just to make me more likely to go back with them.

I was just about to open my mouth to tell them to leave, however, when the sound of the front door opening suddenly filled the silence. We all spun around, surprised by the sudden entrance. A moment later, Enzo slowly walked into the room with his hockey bag slung over his shoulder.

When he saw us all standing there, he stopped in his tracks. The hockey bag slipped from his shoulder and fell onto the floor with a thud, and then the room was silent once more.

my visibly shaken figure and my family standing tensely in our living

um... My dad just told me that he sent a

a look of disbelief crossing his face. "A bird shifter?" he asked. "Then who is

his presence imposing even in the familiar setting of our home. The living room, usually a haven of warmth and comfort with its plush sofas and soft lighting, felt suddenly like a battleground with the way

being stalked by an unknown

surge of defiance at his words. Sure, the yellow-eyed wolf was a problem, but this was my home. I-no, we- had already made the decision to stay

"I'm not going back

scoff. "Nina, this isn't a choice. You're coming back with

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across my chest, leveling my father with a gaze that was just as fiery and stern as his

protection, Nina,"

the concern, but I'm not some delicate flower that needs constant guarding. Okay? So please,

he wasn't going to back down so easily. "You are a princess, Nina," he

I shot back, the frustration clear in my own voice as I took a step closer to him. "Just because I'm aware of my true lineage now doesn't mean

fully aware of the irony of the situation, of the glaring similarities between

back down. This was my home, and I had made a decision to be here. Screw being a princess; I belonged here. The werewolf realm, a place where I was

father said, his voice rising now. Even at its current octave, it boomed

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over the room. "How dare you!" I cried out, my eyes widening, my voice trembling at the

room fell silent as I watched my father, his shoulders trembling with a mixture of pain and anger. The sight would have normally made me soften-he had, after all,

out to